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This hoe had more of an issue with me than she had with my husband. I wasn’t even going to show up today because I wasn’t in the mood to argue with anyone about my husband’s decision. I knew he had a will, but I was unaware of what was in it.

“Well, your fuckin’ husband implied it. And my child is the only one without his last name.”

“Prove that the baby is his. I’ll see what we can do legally to get it changed,” I told her.

“Girl, fuck your uppity ass.”

Pops stood up and buttoned his jacket. I knew from the stern look on his face that he was over Raya.

“Raya, is there anything else you need from this meeting?” He asked.

“Why…why do y’all protect her like she’s some type of queen? She’s been speaking down to me since I walked in here.”

“Do you need anything else? I would hate for my security to escort you out,” he said sternly.

“Fuck this shit! Come on, Ryleigh,” she grabbed her by the hand.

“Aye,” Shameek called out.

“What?” Raya turned around.

“I’ll be comin’ to get her next weekend.”

“You can as long as she’s not with her,” she said, looking at me.

I wanted to be petty and tell Ryleigh I would see her next week. My time to get on Raya’s level would come soon enough. Right now was not the moment. She was already making herself look like a greedy bitch. Once Raya left, Averie had no stood up and approached me.

“It’s my understanding that Khari will be with you this weekend,” Averie said.

“That’s correct.”

“Kaiden wanted to know if he could come too. He wants some pictures of his dad to blow up and put in his room. Obviously, he enjoys his room over there as well. If he even still has a room.”

“Averie, your kids will always have their own space at my home. That is their home as well. I would never do anything to harm them or you.”

“Thank you,” she said.

“Always.”

She looked back at Shameek before making her exit.

“We’ll be outside,” Shameek said as they walked out to give me and the lawyer privacy.

“This is what he wanted you to have. You can read it here or wait until you get home.”

Home? Home hadn't been the same since this shit happened. I felt it was best to read it here because I was able to hide my emotions. If I read the letter at home, depression was going to ease its way back in. I took the letter from the lawyer’s hand and took a seat back at the table. My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope.

Ky,

If you’re reading this, then a nigga didn’t make it home to you. I tried. I really did. Shit, I hated to even have to write this shit. It was the only way I would be able to give you my last words without everyone being in our fuckin’ business. You’re the only person who ever made me richer without askin’ me for a dolla. Because you never asked for anything, I made sure to give you the world. You turned the Flush into a legitimate money machine. Yo’ ass came in and flipped my shit from illegal to legal with the paperwork. It was you that kept us alive financially when everyone thinks it was me. I was just the face, but it was you behind the scenes checking numbers and challenging our accountants to get the shit right. Hell, you challenged me a few times. Ky, you made me a better man. At one point I thought I had lost you forever. I’ll never forgive myself for doing you wrong. I never had to question yo’ loyalty.

I want to leave you with this…don’t let NOBODY convince you that you don’t belong in my chair. Take the throne, queen and show these niggas how to handle business. And any fuck nigga that you think is doing something grimy, you get them handled. Immediately!

With love,

Rah

I let the tears fall on the paper as I folded it back and placed it in my purse.